Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.